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Fall away, fall away
all that is green and gay.
See the world for what it is:
an empty land and grey.
The fire dies in ashes,
the flesh returns to dust.
Children of a distant god,
our empires fall in rust.
Death comes to the living,
he will not come to me.
He comes to those with hope to steal,
the barren souls he leaves.
Copyright © Ashley Poort | Year Posted 2011
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